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Thursday, 23 August 2012

This blog has been neglected, but not without reason. Since Nick’s last post (below), he decided that playing with the Fulang no longer fit, and we parted ways (musically) last May. He has finally escaped London and is grazing content in the lush Oxfordshire meadows. There is no ill-feeling and we still talk often!

But this was not before we added Adam Mufti to the ranks. You spoke and we listened. You demanded impact-generated-sonic-propulsion, and we/he provided (he plays drums). He joined just in time to play our friend Julie R. Kane’s Colorless Green Ideas final issue party, which was a real honour to be part of (see: http://www.fstopqueen.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/wake.html ). Not least because we got the opportunity to play in a truly spectacular venue that a number of people from the London DIY scene built with their own bare/bear hands (see: http://thisisdiy.blogspot.co.uk/ ). If you failed to make a show at the This Is D.I.Y venue, feel very sorry for yourself, indeed. Thanks to Julie and all who played, read, stood, cheered, howled, drank, talked-louldly-through-the-sets and made it so memorable. And here’s a picture (taken by Tony Mountford) of Adam getting the job done:

So with a new line-up comes a fresh batch of songs. The first of which, a re-imagining of Dunedin, can be heard below. Early focus group tests have been positive, and I feel that this new work is truly our best yet. To my ear Dunedin is no longer that song I wrote after listening to White Ink by Deerhunter twenty-two-too-many-times:
New plans are afoot and due to commence imminently; the first being to play The Dream Machine at the Fiddlers Elbow, Camden NW5 3HS, this Saturday 25 August. We will (finally) be sharing a bill with our good friends, and for my money, one of the most exciting outfits currently slapping strings with meaty hands, One Unique Signal. Here’s some facebook info: http://www.facebook.com/events/327563893997175/

COME!!! COME!!! COME!!! COME!!!

Secondly, last June, our debut album was awarded recording of the month from the Oxford-based online magazine Nightshift. The prize is studio time, and we plan to use this to record a new mini-album of new material. You can read their kind words here (page 26): http://nightshift.oxfordmusic.net/2012/jun.pdf

So that was the past four months.

In summary, have a listen to Dunedin and come to the Fiddler's Elbow on Saturday 25 August.

Monday, 2 April 2012

i threaded the line though his shoes, the lead pellets proving hard to get past the holes i considered sewing them over his lips so he could taste what the swans taste the rod taped to his back the reel and excess line taken home for my piano, the one in the back room that faces out onto the garden the hooks holding the fingers together for webbed feet then slowly lowered into the river, clothes filling with water the chest afloat as i sat by the fire he slipped away like that fake actress from biblical times or the horse in that film i cant remember.

Sunday, 22 January 2012

..so finally the Fulang Debut Album is here!
We put much work (and time) into this and its the end product of the past 12 months or so..

Of course the songs have evolved/de-volved/changed since we recorded them so this now stands as a Fulang moment in time... (around August 2011).. it can be streamed here - fulangsoundcloud

Tracklisting

1. One day i hope to see London fall into the sea.
2. Blood Money
3. Moses
4. Salado
5. Los 33

It'll be available on CD for £5 at shows (with a free copy of our first EP) and online also.Special thanks to Byron "action" Jackson for the engineering/editing and the ears, and Joseph Webb for the final mixing.

words.

one day I hope to see london fall into the sea and as I walk in the foot holes set out by those whose feet are deemed to big behind to follow I cross the ravines and now the desert my shoes my elbow an empty bottle reflecting in the black sun reflecting in the black sun and death I stalked over londons bridges I stole his white horse saddle I kicked some dust and broke his pose but all I learned in my defence was a clear indifference blood money for a black sun blood money for a black sun I walked through the crowd of Hispanics their black hair olive skin and brown eyes the colours of their flags oranges greens reds and yellows their beautiful language in my ears as i separated the tide of people like moses and i wondered if our language sounded as beautiful to them salado if you feel it going down for that last time its ok Los 33 Up ^ ^ ^